Mo Qianfeng's expression tightened, and he looked back at the group of elders. He saw that most of them were also surprised and uncertain. The information about Mo Yi's colorful divine beads was strictly controlled. All ordinary disciples knew about it, and only a group of core elders knew about it.
Now that Qiongcang Dao has named someone, the news must be leaked at some point, and it may even appear on the most trusted group of elders.
No matter how it is leaked, fighting against it is better than anything else right now.
Mo Qianfeng's expression was indifferent but his eyes were firm as he looked at Yeluling: "In Xianyun Dao, I only have my direct disciple Mo Yi, and there are no heirs of the Mo family. Xianyun Dao has never given up on its disciples, not before, and not today.
It will never happen again."
Yelu Ling glanced at Mo Qianfeng arrogantly: "The Confucian monarch's character is still so strong. In this case, it's easy to say that what I, Qiongcang Dao, want, I will take it myself, and I never need other people's approval."[
Yeluling took three steps back and came to Hua Lao's side: "The next thing is to trouble Hua Lao. Even if the Xianyun Road is razed to the ground, the purpose must be achieved."
Mr. Hua looked in Mo Qianfeng's direction and smiled sinisterly.
Mo Qianfeng looked at the strange movements of Qiongcang Dao, raised his flag and arms, and shouted: "Everyone returns to their positions, arrange their formations, and kill the enemy."
The two Taoist soldiers of the Qiongcang Dao formed an extreme charge formation, like two peerless sharp arrows shot out of the string, piercing deeply into the organs of the Xianyun Dao.
On the other hand, the hundreds of thousands of disciples of Xianyun Dao arranged a nine- palace iron barrel formation with heavy defenses. They gathered the strength of everyone to build a defensive network to relieve the Taoist soldiers from charging.
One person dies and another takes over, one group dies, another group takes his place, another group dies, everything is sad.
On Cangluo Mountain, the war is poor, and who is the winner?
Regardless of whether Taoist soldiers are as strong as demons, one hundred thousand disciples protect mountains and rivers.
Nine consecutive palaces form a forest, and the united will is as strong as a mountain.
The Taoist army is so sharp that it dares to pierce the blue sky
In the battle of spears and shields, there is never peace. Either life or death.
It was a blood-stained spectacle, and the sunlight reflected on the horizon was extraordinarily gorgeous.
Even though the land was filled with wailing and pitiful cries, there was only the sound of betrayal and killing, but there was no sound of weakness such as kneeling down to beg for mercy.
The Taoist army all came out of the sea of blood, and their mission was only to kill.
If you don’t respect heaven or God, you will have the bones of thousands of people just waiting around.
Cang Qiong Dao's combat power was originally extraordinary and it was the hero of the Southeast Region. Although it has been at peace for a long time, many backbone disciples have experienced that battle for overlords and followed Mo Qianfeng step by step to conquer today's country. Under the call of their blood and courage
, fighting for every inch of land, not giving in to life or death, an impassioned war song resounded throughout Cangluo Mountain.
There was no bloodshed in the battle on the ground, but the battle in the sky was torn apart and terrifying.
There is still not a single cloud on Cangluo Mountain, all of which were shaken away by the vast power of Tianjie.
There are only scattered winds of annihilation, only cracks in space that appear from time to time, and the black hole in space that will be sucked in and devoured by love if you don't show mercy.[
The war on the ground is bloody and heroic, and the war in the sky is colorful, but the lethality is limited. The aftermath of each battle can cause unimaginable damage on the ground.
The art of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting is not just displayed on paper.
Swords, guns, clubs and swords, how can we not meet each other?
The general trend is derived from the ambition of the heart, a kind of spiritual visualization. There are many great roads in the world, and there are countless small roads.
The sky above Cangluo Mountain has long been occupied by various virtual and real shadows.
The geniuses condense their physical form, and every collision between them will cause the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to rage, causing turbulence in the space, making the calm space like glass, covered with spider silk. If it cracks, it will be a disaster.
There are hundreds of elders in Xianyun Dao, but most of them are only at the Xuan level. They can only condense the shadow of the general trend. The melee in the sky and the torn space are ferocious beasts. They appear from time to time, devouring each and every powerful one.
the life of the person.
A fierce confrontation between Mo Qianfeng and Yelu Ling caused extremely huge spatial fluctuations. Yelu Ling was knocked thousands of feet away. He couldn't control the blood in his mouth and spurted it out, injuring his internal organs.
"He was truly the most favored among the five gentlemen back then. Even if he was forced to go far away to this remote southeastern region, he was still so talented."
Yeluling wiped the blood from his mouth and said coldly.
"But no matter how arrogant you are, so what? What if you win over me? Today, you, Xianyun Dao, are destined to lose and win."
Mo Qianfeng remained silent. Although there were only more than twenty elders in Qiongcang Dao, they were all earth-level powerhouses. However, there were only six earth-level powerhouses in Xianyun Dao, including himself, who had just been promoted.
, if Qiu Chen hadn't broken through to the heaven level in time and held back Hua Lao, the most powerful opponent, he would have been defeated by now.
Suddenly, a scream came out, causing Mo Qianfeng and Yelu Ling to look at each other in unison.
The person who died this time was no longer an elder from the Xianyun Dao, but actually from this side of the Qiongcang Dao. A flying knife was inserted into the heart, but only the handle was visible but the knife was not visible.
"Elder Xu" One of the elders leapt to catch the tragic death of the elder who fell from the sky and had no breath left.
"Xu Beiying" Yeluling's pupils shrank. This was one of the top five elite elders among this group of elders, and he would also die.
He cast his gaze on a man who was surrounded and protected by many elders of Xianyun Tao. He was as elegant and cold as the moon, with a somewhat pale face, and his hands were still in a throwing posture.
The longer I pay attention to this person, the more a sense of crisis lingers. Seeing that he is still less than a hundred years old, he can actually bring a sense of threat to himself. The fruit of Xianyun Dao has indeed become very deep.
Since the battle in Xianyun Dao, more than twenty elders have died. This is the first time that a victory has been achieved.
The stars are shining over the moon, and the white clothes are about to emerge from the dust.
As soon as the joy-seeking hand comes out, the flying knife cuts off the soul.
Although Xu Beiying's death brought great shock to Qiongcang Dao, many elders began to shift their attack targets to Li Xunhuan.[
Unexpectedly, Qiongcang Dao was determined to protect this rookie who ranked first in attack output. In the tug-of-war, one by one, Li Xunhuan's flying knives played a soul-breaking song.
In the end, basically the battles of the Sky Elders were centered around Li Xunhuan, conducting offense and defense.
The flying knife changed strangely and made a sound through the air.
Between the traces, a sigh was left.
No matter how the elders of Qiongcang Dao raise their alertness, flaws will always be inevitable in battle.
Then, all of these were caught by Li Xunhuan, who had begun to awaken the soul of the general trend and followed the route of time and space. He created miracles out of the impossibility in the fleeting flaws, and he suddenly got to the point.
Name, use the soul of the top powerhouse to rectify the name again.
The killings on the side have long been unjust, so many loyal souls have died, and heroes have died.
However, these did not seem to affect the small courtyard, and the sound of fighting that resounded all day long did not destroy the tranquility of the courtyard.